This blog was created for others who will hopefully glean something from the words I have written.Not much to say except I ran off from an orphanage when I was 13 years old.Hopped on a freight train and joined the circus.Have been wandering ever since.I am grateful to be alive and my only desire is to leave something here for others to gain from.If I can accomplish that then I have successfully reached my intended goal.All we have left in the end is our legacy.

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Thursday, July 12, 2007

Anne Sexton - "A Curse Against Elegies"

Oh, love, why do we argue like this?I am tired of all your pious talk.Also, I am tired of all the dead.They refuse to listen,so leave them alone.Take your foot out of the graveyard,they are busy being dead.

Everyone was always to blame:the last empty fifth of booze,the rusty nails and chicken feathersthat stuck in the mud on the back doorstep,the worms that lived under the cat's earand the thin-lipped preacherwho refused to callexcept once on a flea-ridden daywhen he came scuffing in through the yardlooking for a scapegoat.I hid in the kitchen under the ragbag.

I refuse to remember the dead.And the dead are bored with the whole thing.But you -- you go ahead,go on, go on back downinto the graveyard,lie down where you think their faces are;talk back to your old bad dreams.